Perfectly astute reflections on the three haps:
1. happiness, 2. mishaps, and 3. happenstances at both ends of The Empire State – The Middling City and The Shiney Apple. And elsewhere, if need be.

"Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature." - Cicero

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Fired off, armed with caffeinated recollections (exhumed from as far back as fourth grade) and très dusty Compact French Dictionary, an Easter card to ma famille Française. They might write back that I've made a hopeless hash of their mother tongue, that I might think of practicing a bit before tossing malapropisms across the universe. They wrote to me and I responded via the French Yahoo site link: I chose a template incorporating an odd face made from a coconut with a ribbon about the head. I think it was an Aunt Jemima-esque Easter coconut and it'd never fly in the USofA.
I assured my French family that I agree(d) with Chirac, as do most of the people I know.
Mais maintenant la guerre pour pétrole est fini.
(But now the war for oil is over.)
Joyeuses Paques.
And Happy Passover to you, too.
Joyeux Paques is like Aloha... means both Happy Easter and Happy Passover.
Off to newsy deadlines.
Paques of Love, incorporated from lush and lusty France.

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Yours Truly began writing poetry and making images with her father's Kodak 620 at the insightful age of seven. Some details have changed. Many journeys have been taken. Many images made. Much ink and pixels spilled, shared, commissioned, and the like.